The debate still rages as to whose fault it was.
My husband Hank thinks you can't blame anybody but Sarah. "She's the slut after all," he argues.
Tracy and Bill, Sarah's parents, blame Sean. "The boy hasn't learned cock control, yet. If you've got a foot long schlong, you can't walk around with it sticking out like a baseball bat!"
Jill and Dave defend their son, and put the blame on Karry and Tom. "They're college kids. College kids fuck. If they didn't want any fucking going on then they shouldn't have invited the kids. What's the big deal?"
Karry and Tom agree. "What's the big deal? Fun was had by all. All this bickering over who started what isn't good for anybody. Let's all come back next month and it'll all be as it was before."
I disagree. I don't think anything will be like it was, and I'm not so upset about it. Relationships change, they grow, and I like the way things are changing.
Jill and I go back a long time. We were roommates freshman year of college, and then rented a house together for our Senior year. We rented the house as sort of a commune with a half dozen other students in three loosely arranged apartments. Jill and I and a guy named Alex were the only renters to move in for the Summer preceding senior year and we enjoyed having the whole house to ourselves. With all that space at our disposal, we got used to hanging around casually and not being particularly orderly. We were college kids after all.
Alex was the first to introduce nudism. I came home and found him watching TV in the buff. Actually I assumed he was wearing boxers or shorts or something. It was a steamy hot and humid day, I would have loved to lounge about without a shirt myself. It was when he got up to get a beer that I caught sight of his family jewels hanging down from a tuft of red hair.
I stopped him when he came in from the kitchen.
"I think you forgot something, Alex."
"Oh, sorry," he said, "You wan' a beer?"
"No, Alex," and I had to suppress a chuckle. Could he be so thick? "I think you forgot your pants."
"Oh, no, I just was so hot, and I feel more comfortable in the nude. Does it bother you?"
"Me? no. I mean, yes. You can't just walk around naked."
"Why not?"
"Well, because. I mean what would you think if I walked around naked?"
"I'd think it fine. Take your clothes off if you like, but I ain't puttin' mine on in this heat. If it freaks you out, I'll go upstairs."
"Go watch your game, Alex. I'm going upstairs."
After about half an hour of pondering and getting my nerve up, I went downstairs nude and watched the ninth inning with him. When Jill came home, and after we picked up the shopping she'd dropped, Alex and I convinced her to lose her clothes as well.
For a few hours it was plain casual nudism. I loved it. I did look at Alex's cock quite a bit and he let me touch and hold it, but nothing got sexual, not until Jill joined us at least. Alex, or Alex's cock made Jill nervous and she positioned herself close to me all the time. Eventually accidental touches of my breasts and thighs turned to intentional caresses. Soon I was having only my second experience with lesbian sex, and Alex was sporting a boner. He fucked us all many times over that summer, but come Fall and the arrival of other house mates, the threesome and nudism just faded away.
When Jill and Dave got married I asked her straight out, "Jill, are you sure it doesn't bother you that Dave and I were lovers?"
"Not at all. Does it bother you?"
"Not in and of itself, but I want us to stay close."
"We will." She promised and then they moved out to San Francisco where I wouldn't see here for seven years.
I was running up a record of marrying off ex-boyfriends. After Jill married Dave, my boyfriend of seven months, Bill, ran off with my girlfriend Tracy. I'd actually been picked up by Tracy several months earlier at a gay bar and had a lesbian fling with her. Bill broke up with me because the idea of my being bisexual freaked him out. When this information got back to Tracy, she decided to "set things straight" and get us back together again. Well, she went over to Bill's place and the rest is history. Three months of setting things straight and they were engaged. I haven't had sex with her since. Until now that is, but some 22 years have passed with Tracy being straight.
Finally, I got married myself. Hank was a divorced plumber who came to fix my sink and had the nerve to ask why a sexy little gal like me was single. I asked him why a handsome hulk like himself was divorced, to which he answered that he got caught fucking too many clients like me. Well we fucked on and off for two years before we realized what good friends we were. Our marriage has been strong for over ten years now. And yes, he fucks clients from time to time, and I fuck girls from time to time and even a boy or two. Life is good.
Hank and I met Karry and Tom two years ago at a convention in the Caribbean. It was a lawyer's convention I was invited to and we were placed at the same table as they were. We made some casual chit chat and discussed our practices, and we wondered out loud how it was that we lived in the same city but didn't know any of the same people.
Two days later Hank and I decided to see what things were like on a nudist beach we'd noticed. It was actually quite quiet, and we were able to fuck in the surf, having found a secluded spot. I'm glad we did it, for the record, but it wasn't as fun as it sounds. Sand and salt water in your eyes, nose, and cunt takes the edge off your orgasm.
We had just cleaned ourselves up when our secluded spot was invaded by another couple: Tom and Karry. A moment of shock washed across their faces and then relief.
"We don't know any of the same people." Tom reminded us all unnecessarily.
We sunbathed nude together all that afternoon and then exchanged contact information. I told Karry that I found her enticing. She let me know in no uncertain terms that she and Tom were nudists not swingers. Then she invited us to their country house for a nude weekend.
That nude weekend led to others, and soon a tradition was born. Every month, usually on the full moon, Karry and Tom hosted a nude weekend. Some guests came for the weekend, some just for a few hours of lounging on the huge deck with a hot tub and bbq. Tom also liked to play golf and had a mini-golf course set up. You can imagine how odd it must look to see middle-aged men and women playing miniature golf in their birthday suits.
Jill and Dave moved back into the area a few years ago, and at a certain point we introduced them the Karry and Tom. Tracy and Bill also became nude-weekend regulars. Tracy and Bill and Hank and I did fuck each other from time to time, and once we even swapped during a nude weekend, but pretty much those weekends were sex neutral.
Kerry and Tom were in no way prudish. Many were the time that I caught them fucking on the deck in the dark. Still, there was an unwritten rule of sorts that nudism did not mean orgy. If you got horny, you had where to go to fuck and calm yourself down. Modest naturalism, they called it.
All that would change when Jill brought Sarah along.
